What he saw was a tall slim young man, in chaparejos and sombrero, the inevitable repeater at his hip, solitarily engaged in the process of breaking a bronco.

That same evening the treaty of marriage was brought upon the carpet, and by means of Mr. Pickle and the lieutenant settled to the satisfaction of all parties, without the intervention of lawyers […].

Qatar is a meeting place of east and west.

Why the hell does your brother have to live out in bumfuck?